The stars twinkled overhead as Max and Charles stood on the terrace of their private villa, the soft sounds of the ocean waves providing the perfect backdrop. The day had been a whirlwind, from the unexpected mishaps at the airport to the bizarre encounter with the parrot, but now, with the night air cooling their skin, everything felt right.
Charles turned in Max's arms, looking up into his eyes. "We made it," he murmured, his voice soft and full of affection.
Max smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from Charles's forehead. "Finally," he whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Charles's lips. The kiss was slow and sweet, a quiet celebration of the love they shared, the love that had brought them to this perfect moment.
As their lips moved together, the world around them seemed to fade away. The warmth of Max's hands on Charles's waist, the familiar scent of his cologne, and the taste of him—all of it was intoxicating. Charles felt a shiver run down his spine as Max deepened the kiss, his tongue gently exploring, teasing in a way that sent sparks through Charles's entire body. Still after all these years.
They broke apart only briefly, enough for Charles to catch his breath before Max's lips found the sensitive spot just below his ear. Charles let out a soft sigh, his hands gripping Max's shoulders as he felt himself melt into the touch.
"Max..." he breathed, the sound of his voice mingling with the rhythmic crashing of the waves.
Max pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as they locked onto Charles's. "Let's go inside," he suggested, his voice husky.
Charles nodded, his heart racing. With Max's hand in his, they walked back into the villa, leaving the terrace and the night sky behind. The villa was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting a romantic light across the room. Everything felt surreal, as if they had stepped into a dream where only they existed.
Max led Charles to the bedroom, where the bed was adorned with rose petals—an unexpected but welcome touch that made Charles smile. "You planned this?" he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.
Max shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe," he replied, tugging Charles closer until their bodies were pressed together again. "Wanted everything to be perfect for you."
"It is," Charles whispered, his heart swelling with love for the man in front of him.
Max's hand slipped under Charles's shirt, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of his back. Charles shivered at the touch, feeling the familiar heat begin to pool in his stomach. He leaned in, kissing Max again—this time with more urgency, more need.
As they kissed, their hands moved with purpose, peeling away the layers of clothing that separated them. There was no rush, just a shared desire to feel closer, to connect in a way that words couldn't capture. Each piece of clothing that fell to the floor brought them closer to that connection.
When they were finally bare, Max pulled Charles onto the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Charles's heart was pounding in his chest as Max hovered over him, their faces inches apart. The look in Max's eyes was one of pure love, and it made Charles's breath hitch.
"You're everything to me," Max whispered, his voice full of emotion.
Charles's eyes softened, his hand coming up to cup Max's cheek. "And you're everything to me," he replied, his voice thick with feeling.
Max leaned down, capturing Charles's lips in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. As their bodies moved together, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, lost in each other, expressing their love in the most intimate way possible.
Their movements were slow and deliberate, each touch, each kiss, a promise of forever. The sounds of their breaths mingling, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly—it was all part of the symphony they created together. Every sensation was heightened, every touch electric, as they moved in sync, building a rhythm that was as old as time.
Charles's fingers dug into Max's shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over him, his head tipping back as he let himself get lost in the feeling. Max's name fell from his lips in a breathless whisper, and Max responded with a deep, guttural groan, his own pleasure reflected in every move he made.
As they reached the peak together, their hands clung to each other, grounding them in the moment. It was intense and beautiful, a culmination of everything they had gone through to get here. When it was over, they collapsed together, breathless and spent, but utterly content.
Max rolled onto his back, pulling Charles with him so that he was lying on his chest. Charles listened to the steady beat of Max's heart as he caught his breath, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. Max's fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, the touch soothing and comforting.
"That was..." Charles began, but words failed him.
"Amazing," Max finished for him, his voice laced with satisfaction.
Charles lifted his head to look at Max, a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, amazing."
They lay there in the quiet, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their bodies still tangled together. The world outside the villa might have been full of unexpected surprises, but here, in this moment, everything was exactly as it should be.
Eventually, the soft lull of the waves and the warmth of Max's embrace lulled Charles into a peaceful sleep, his last thought being how lucky he was to have found his forever in Max.
As Max held Charles close, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, a contented smile on his lips. "Je t'aime, Charles," he whispered, knowing that this was only the beginning of their beautiful journey together.
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Unbroken hopes|| Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen(lestappen)Wildest dreams book2
FanfictionWildest dreams book 2! Is here. Unbroken hopes! Max and Charles are together since the end of 2017 after their world turn around each other for years from when they were both kids. They navigated though life and their relationship hiding it from the...